Emmerich Manual High School - Ivian Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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THE BOOSTER ■yyxFFWF Not long ago I experienced one of the strangest happenings of my life. So strange, so unique, so mystical and yet so real was it that I have decided to write the story of it. I do not ask that you believe, for in my sanest moments I do not believe it myself. However I shall tell you the story and you may place upon it your own valuation. It was a comfortable room in which I found myself. There was a cheerful fire burning in an open grate. Before the fire stood a great leather chair on which had been laid a smoking jacket and before which had been set a pair of men ' s slippers. Suddenly I heard a man ' s step upon the front porch and a knock upon the front door. Immediately a feminine figure darted through the room from the back of the house and rushed to the front door. I heard the door open. Oh! Saylor, said Sara Day. Come Mag, said I to the magie let ' s don ' t intrude. He snapped his fingers, made some queer noises and the house disappeared. By this time I had absolute faith in the powers of the magie and I was therefore not at all surprised to find myself in a dentist ' s office. Over a pulley, fastened to the ceiling, hung a rope. One end of it was fastened to the tooth of the patient in the dental chair. On the other end hung the dentist, Paul Kleeman, vainly trying to extract the tooth. The patient I recognized as Cy Clark. By the chair stood Viola Power, nurse, with a crow-bar in her hand. Just as Paul was motioning to Viola for a stick of dynamite which lay on a stand, the office disappeared. I then found before me a cage of ostriches in a zoo. In the center of com- motion going on inside I saw Henry Morgan teaching the baby ostriches the famous Morgan walk. In the next cage I saw another of my old friends, Bill Foley, teaching the rising generation of monkeys the fine art of being a real monkey. This picture faded away and I saw more of my high school friends. When I again looked around me I found that I was in a millinery shop. There was Bernadine Gisel, Ruth Forbes, Louise Gramse and Louise Haltmeyer. They were changing ten cent wire hat frames into one hundred dollar hats with forty-nine cent ribbon. In the front part of the store was Loretta Hergt and Virgenia Rea trying to convince a 50 year old woman that she looked 16 in one of their store hats. The buildings of Columbia University floated before me and presently I found that we were in the interior, in one of the class rooms. Professor Clinton Hanna was lecturing to a class. In a, back seat was Hob Overstreet sleep- ing soundly. Hob had, through years of patient struggle, reached his Senior year in college and now had high hopes of graduating in the next few years. The laboratory of an Edison plant, announced the magie as the sur- roundings changed. There I saw James Kline, Hall Marmon, Harold Snoke and Harry French working on the invention of a motor which was to take its power from lightning bugs. In another part of the plant I saw Rus Kretch, Harold Joseph, Samuel Sofnas, Rex Thomas and Louise Rybolt, completing the invention of the largest gun in the world. Much care had to be taken when it was fired. In fact a special telegraph wire had to be constructed to China., so that the Chinese could be told when to duck. The stately halls of the government buildings in Washington then sur- rounded me. The invisible magie led invisible me to the Senate chamber where we made an invisible entrance. It was evident that the United States had universal suffrage for on one side of the chamber sat women Senators and on the other sat the men. There was a feeling of intense excitement in the

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THE BOOSTER LLASX rLL We, the June class of 1917, of the Charles E. Emmerich Manual Training High School, of the city of Indianapolis, and state of Indiana, being of sound mind, memory, and understanding hereby revoke all former wills and declare the following our last will and testament: First. We direct that our bona fide indebtedness and our intrinsic gratitude to our teachers be paid by the January ' 18 class as soon after our departure as possible. Second. We bequeath to Manual Training High School five hundred thou- sand dollars ($500,000) to purchase and equip suitable grounds for military training, as we thought this would settle the argument of Fuzzy Nelson and Ross Mullen. Fifth. To the school we will one hundred and fifty dollars ($150) to pur- chase tardy and absent slips to replenish the supply exhausted by Sayors Miller. Sixth. We will Carl Fetchmann ' s graceful movements to Berry and Marsh, to be presented as the most precious original creation of the June ' 17 class. Seventh. We bequeath Hob Overstreet ' s love for continued semesters to Lloyd Allen thinking that he might want to stay at E. M. T. H. S. as long as Hob has. Eight. To Raymond Helm, president of the January ' 18 class, we will Paul Kleeman ' s speech-making ability with the thought that Helm might use it next year. Eleventh. We will Talyor Obold ' s popularity to LeRoy Engle so that LeRoy may have as good luck leading young ladies about the halls as Obold has had with Helen Smith. Twelfth. To the Kitch Koontz Company we give two thousand (2,000) pounds of John Fitzgerald ' s bald face preparation in order that the company may save much valuable time, that would otherwise be lost, in making the mixture for their next performance. Fourteenth. To Bob Smith of the January ' 18 class we will the pacifier, which Miss Knox received at the Christmas party. Fifteenth. We will the automatic bugles used in the June class play to the orchestra to be substituted when Fred Schaub is in a reverie. Eighteenth. We will all the ill tempers of the June ' 17 class to the fairies as we thought Ben Becker ' s pleasant disposition might come from dealing with the fairies. Nineteenth. To Bill Clifford of the January ' 18 class, we will Russell Kretch ' s pompadour in hopes that both together will make one that will lie straight. Twenty-second. To any good dancer in the January ' 18 class we will the dancing pomps which Ross Mullin and Gladys Benson purchased at Kinney ' s shoe store on East Ohio street. Twenty-fourth. To the January ' 18 class we give our best wishes for a pleasant and profitable time next year. Twenty-fifth. Our sponsor we leave to the next June cla,ss with the request that they appreciate and honor her for she has no superior. We appoint Mr. McComb executor of this, our last will and testament. IN WITNESS WHEREOF, we have hereunto subscribed our signatures this 18th day of May in the year of our Lord, 1917. PAUL KLEEMANN, President. HAZEL GRADY, Secretary. HAZEL PENNINGTON, Will Maker.

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10 THE BOOSTER below. The strangest thing was the fact that the women all wore their hair down their backs. Following the direction of the Senators gazes, I beheld Norris Wagaman, her hair also down her back, standing in the isle delivering a speech. Gentlemen, she said, would you desire to see your wives, sisters, friends or daughters always wearing their hair down their backs. (Groans from one part of the gallery in which I saw Bill Appel, Everett Dunn, Eugene Ehrgott and Earl Goodnough. Sobs and tears from Herman Hederich). We must ha.ve hair pins, continued Norris, but we refuse to pay such prices. Gentlemen, the hearts of all true Americans cry out against this greatest wrong of the century, the monopoly of the hair pin industry. The house was in an uproar. Some of the women were sobbing, some clapping their hands, some vainly asking to be recognized by the chairman. Above it all I heard the base voice of Emmet Kelly, the chairman, loudly calling for order. Still the babel continued, while Louis Henchen, Carl Paulisson and Clarence Budd in the gallery frowned disgustedly at the proceedings of the fairer sex. , In front of the women ' s side of the house was a table with several cages of mice on it. Pointing to these, Kelly again called for order and threatened to release the mice on the floor of the Senate if the women didn ' t come to order. Immediately the house came to order; women stopped their hysterical actions and began dabbing their reddened faces with powder puffs while my friends in the gallery sneezed in the ascending clouds of talcum powder. Forest McAlpin then tried to make a speech in the defense of the hair pin trust, but the speech was drowned in the hisses of Geraldine Gibson, Edna Gassert, Lucille Lipps and others in the gallery. I departed glad that our nation was in the hands of such competent managers. We next passed through the Smithsonian Institute. In one of the museums, I saw Charlotte Uhl, Dorothy Albright and Marjorie Stewart. This sight van- ished before I could find out whether they were waiting for someone, as they used to do in the corridors a,t Manual Training, or were a part of the museum. Behind a window of a little shop, I saw the beaming face of Taylor Obold. On a sign outside were printed the words, Ladies Tailor. Mag, I said, this rapid transit has worn me out. Can ' t you just tell me what the remaining of my Senior friends will be doing. I wouldn ' t ask, but you seem to know everything without having to go to E. M. T. H. S. to learn it. That ' s alright, said the magie, we ' ll return to your room first. No sooner had he said it than we were in my room, from which we had set out. The magie bore the look of a, spiritualist when communing with visions of the future, and he soon began the story of what he saw. 1 see, he said, Gertrude Lehman giving dancing lessons to a class in which Walter Hiser is star pupil. Leona Foppiana is in a convent and is just asking the prioress to let her organize a basket ball team. Ross Mullen works in a laundry in the day time and calls on the authoress, Gladys Benson, in the evening. The magie stopped talking. That is the end, said he. I have told you of the future of every member of your class. Mag, said I, whether you ' re a genie, a devil, an angel, or simply the pro- duct of my own imagination, I don ' t know. At any rate you ' re a good sport, and I ' m obliged to you for all your trouble. You ' re welcome, said the magie, but before I go wouldn ' t you like to see what your own future will be? No! no! for heaven ' s sake, no! I know you must be tired and I wouldn ' t think of troubling you, I said, pushing him toward the door. Good bye, then, said the magie, laughing, and he vanished before we reached the door. This concludes the story of my strange experience. I have rubbed the lamp since that time, but the magie never appeared. I therefore do not want you to believe the story, for in my sanest moments I scarcely believe it myself. This much, however, I shall say. If the future here prescribed is not in accord- ance with your present ambition, just put forth a little effort and I think you can avoid the fate which the magie seems to have in store for you.